God Hears All Your Pleas Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

J-ust let the cold chill fade,
E-venfall is already gone;
R-ainy night has passed by,
R-ising sun meets the dawn.
I-t's a beautiful Friday,
C-oal clouds don't gather;
A-nother morn starts to break, a sign of a fine weather.

E-arly light from above
L-ets the haze disappear;
A-fter shrouding the air,
M-ist is becoming clear.
P-roblems, trials, and pain
A-re part of our daily life;
R-eload with will to win
O-ver the sorrow and strife.

A-im so high without fear,
B-ring down the doubt;
A-llow your faith to fix things,
L-et the Lord bail you out.
O-n twenty-sixth day, the Lord has kept His promise;
S-econd month of the year, God hears all your pleas.